Yesterday I wrote about the beauty found in a clump of grass. I could have easily overlooked it. I fear that I have overlooked many such vignettes of beauty because my mind was cluttered with the busy-ness of life.
It is good to be busy. Good to be productive and of value. However, when I allow that busy-ness of life to blind me to the world the Lord has created, I fear that I am beleaguered in the importance of unimportant things.
Finding beauty is not so much a process of discovering it in out-of-way places but of recognizing what already surrounds us, such as stumbling upon the first crocus of spring struggling to break through a layer of snow.
So, for today, I am grateful for unexpected bits of beauty.
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